[Six thousand years ago.]
[1023 E.D.]
The sun shone high in the sky as Velyrian moved in the plain of grass.
His long blonde hair was tied in a braided ponytail as his eyes were tired but focused.
It had been more than six months since he had come to the past.
The time he had spent here had been hard, to say the least.
Everything that he had come to know and learn about the past was all but a lie.
Those historians in his prime taught him about the benevolence of the elves.
But it was anything but that.
The elves were ruthless conquerors who took anything and everything they wanted.
They sent armies to places far away from the mainland.
They killed, raped, and looted whatever they could find in the way.
Time and time again, Velyrian had seen how bad his race was in the past.
But…
It wasn't like he had a say in all this.
After all, now he was one of the generals who was leading an army.
Ieril had made him one of her main generals.
